This has been a tough week. A tough couple of weeks actually. We’re busy, busy with the community theater production of The Diary of Anne Frank, which keeps me up past my bedtime every night as I try to bring dignity to the role of Edith Frank, Anne’s mother. It’s a physically and emotionally exhausting show, not to mention, we’ve got some physical and emotional exhaustion going on in our household right now, so we’re swamped.
And I haven’t written in my gratitude journal or blogged or cared about anything for days.
But today I thought I’d try because it’s finally stopped raining and that beautiful warmth of fall sunshine is peeking through and my fingers are rusty and my words are stopped up in my head and heart and throat and need a voice.
Sometimes I don’t think what I do matters. Especially right now when dinner is a big accomplishment and there’s no pay stub with my name on it.
But it does matter because everyday, I try and try so hard, to bring a bit of joy to my girls. And I hope, sometimes, it spreads to you.